Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Wee Bit O'Wednesday

Deb is still undergoing induction so needless to say my eloquence is significantly compromised.

I don't want all of our cleaning routines to come to a screeching halt because it is very difficult to emerge from last place, so to speak. But let's take it easy, as heavy hearts really slow a mama down.

LET'S TRY TO:

-Get beds made, changing sheets if necessary.

-Pick up five things in each bedroom. (Kids can do their own.)

-Keep all dishes on the left side of the sink, and wash/load them in the moment wherein it will drive you the least insane.

-Keep the washer running, Google washboards and be glad. And fold. And put away.

-Clear your dining room.

-De-clutter five things which I want you to report here. Has to be bigger than a Post-It note. Can be a Post-It note though.

-Dust some surfaces.

-Give your kitchen floor some TLC.

Dude, that's it. We'll be doing school work and errands otherwise. Maybe. Or watch a Full House marathon. John Stamos' mullet distracts me.

Mesina-Can you just resuscitate my heart across the pond, since I knocked you up? Thanks.

Dawna-Who the hell cleans the garage with 9856345 kids? Wow. What are you doing with everything? Goodwill? Garage sale in the rain? I'm proud of you for keeping the basics going. You kick hella ass.

I existed in a haze again, rotating laundry here and there, doing dishes, eating a gallon of mashed potatoes, then cleaning the pan, directed the kids in some tasks, and then once Sidney was born, I slept for five hours.

When I woke up I ate random things that made me feel awful, swept the floors, hung clothes, wiped down my precious ottomans, and slept for another two hours.

I suppose I'll be faced with a duel in the house tomorrow. Bring it on.

I'm a mother, reader, writer, and an open-minded Democrat. I'm funny, but have said my share of regrettable things in life. I admit my mistakes, and expect the same of others. I fail at getting out of hammocks. I can detect and deflect facades. I make friends easily and when I listen I REALLY listen. I always remember your aunt Clara and her cats. I'm approachable and genuine, willing to do anything to help, be it moving a piano on my back, making you laugh when it feels impossible, cleaning, and have dressed in drag to make someone smile. I will accept/succeed at 99% of dares. I'm a picky grammarian, but I'm not perfect and you don't have to be either. I draw the line at vicious behaviour, flakes who don't even offer plausible or amusing excuses, thieves, bitches, bitch-face, and people who choose to believe what they know to be false. I don't like sci-fi, the words "nother," "prolly," nor "irregardless." I will not abide ANYONE who would harm a child with their words, bodies, actions, inactions, or indirectly. I will fight for any child, and I will go Dexter on your ass if you threaten my child.
I'm more fun than not.